The room had the rather sinister tedium which some bedrooms have, a sort of weary banality which is a reminder of death. A dressing table can be a terrible thing.

It ceased at last, as everything dreadful has to cease, even if it ceases only by death.

How soon we cover up the horror of death and loss, if we can, with almost any sort of explanation, as if we had to justify the very fate which had maimed us.

As it is I crawl on everyday towards the tomb. When I wake in the morning I think first of death, do you?

But death is not easy, and life can win by simulating it.

A death is the most terrible of facts.